And now, a sentimental Christmas song about love for your fellow man.
To be sung to the tune of Jingle Bells:
Dashing through the store,
They’re turning out the lights,
They close at half past four,
The fruitcake’s in my sights,
I lunge for the last cake,
And so does some strange man,
“It’s Christmas Eve”, I beg of him,
I plead like no one can.
Oh, that cake’s mine, no it’s mine,
No, I saw it first,
Fists are hurled, blood spews out,
A broken nose, I’m cursed – hey!
Grab his legs, he falls down,
Knocked out cold – I win!
‘Cause when it comes to my Aunt May:
“No fruitcake is a sin.”
Merry Christmas, everybody!
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